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the forest one more time.

This time his plan was to set a

booby trap in Sadananda's house.

When Biswanath was coming

out of Sadananda's house

after setting up the booby trap

it was probably then, when things

started going wrong for Biswanath.

After that we started looking

for the black horse.

Mr. Shukhamoy, nobody in this area

has a black horse except you.

Thus, I was a little apprehensive.

I also got to know that Badrinath

Dos worked as a jockey in Kolkata.

Thus deep in the forest

in absolute darkness.. Careful..

Who else but Badrinath Das could

ride a horse with such ease?

But it was not that I hadn't

suspected Biswanath Mallick!

Amrito was murdered

in this very forest.

And Sadananda died

while entering his house.

In that case, was Sadananda

involved in the smuggling of arms?

There were hoof marks

on the ground

near Sadananda's house.

Thus after hearing

about the black horse

and it's rider with amazing

equestrian skills I had felt that

the forest might

have a connection with all this.

But if that was so, where did

all the smuggled arms go?

'Mahabharata'! - Exile!

- Bravo.

The Pandavas had hidden

all their weapons

inside a tree when they were

sent on exile. Inside a tree!

I was going through a book

one afternoon.

And that was when I found

the clue I was looking for.

The tree mentioned in

'Mahabharata' was a tree of thorns.

You must be aware that beside

Sadananda's house was a dead tree

and beside that tree

was a thick shrub.

It might have been a coincidence.

But with that clue in mind,

I told everyone

that a search would be

carried out in the forest.

In fact, Ajit had helped me out

a lot in this regard.

Ajit and I boarded a train,

to go to Ramdighi.

The entire thing was planned

to serve as a bait

so that the people in Santhalgola

think that I'm out of town.

If the culprit had really hidden

the weapons in the forest

then he would go to the forest

that very night to take them out.

Was that the reason why you

got off from the train? - Yes.

You didn't go to Ramdighi!

- No.

I had asked Potol

and his friends

to keep an eye on all

the mills in the area.

By the way, thanks, Mr. Shukhamoy

for letting me borrow your horse.

But the horse wasn't black,

was it?

A fox in the darkness at night

made me realise where I

was making a mistake.

By Jove!

- Wow! Hail The Almighty!

Thank you!

- Hello.

Yes, give him the phone.

Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

He is right in front of me.

It is the Chief Secretary.

Greetings, Mr. Bagchi!

Congratulations and thank you,

Mr. Byomkesh.

Only you could have

solved this case.

The Chief Minister has thanked

you as well.

He wants to have you over for tea

once you return.

Thank the Chief Minister

on my behalf. - Of course.

See you once you are back in

Kolkata. - Of course, see you!

Sir, we are ready.

- Oh! Come with me.

The program is about to begin.

First anniversary of our

independence.

Please!

When our civilisation became

independent

it didn't just become independent

from the tyranny of the British.

In fact, it was our independence

of thoughts and choices.

We must keep one thing in mind!

Independence should not

make us autocratic.

The rationale behind

independence

is instilling qualities like

honesty in one's self.

Giving in to greed

and the desire

to gain power is

not independence.

Honesty is of utmost

importance

if you want to build the country

of your dreams

and equally important

is self-control.

The deeds of today

will decide the fate of our

civilisation will be decided.

One must not forget

the main ideals that

make up our civilisation.

Neither must anyone

forget role of nature

society and culture

in shaping our civilisation.

One should not part

with one's values

even if there is a price

for it in the market.

Hope Rabindranath lives on in us.

'Where the soul is without fear

and head is held high..'

'Where knowledge is free..'

'Where the world has not been

broken up into fragments'

'by narrow domestic walls..'

'Where words come out

from the depths of truth..'

'Where the tireless and striving

stretches'

'aims towards perfection..'

'Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way'

'into the dreary desert

sand of dead habit..'

'Where the mind is led

forward by thee'

'into ever-widening thought

and action..'

'Into that heaven of freedom,

my Father, let my country awake.'

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